Late Nights… Early Mornings

At what point is the line crossed?

When does pleasure equal insanity?

Cold mornings, looking out the window, frost on the hood of the truck. Saturday are supposed to be for sleeping in, catching up on college sports and watching shows on On Demand I was too busy to watch during the week. But how was I supposed to sleep with her lying naked in my bed, with the music playing in the back ground? Maybe it was three, four, I really can’t remember when I got the call.

I’m really drunk and they don’t have any rooms left at this hotel, one of my coworkers told me I could stay with him but he has beady eyes and I don’t trust him! I need you to come get me, I can’t drive home like this.

I looked at my phone and realized it was almost thirty degrees outside, the hotel she was at was clear across town and Saturday would be my first day of doing absolutely nothing in weeks. But she was my friend and I knew how much she hated asking for favors. Well, she was more than a friend and…

Now I was standing at the window, watching the ice on the grass melt. Hot chocolate in my hand, the music low enough so that it wouldn’t wake her. I gave her my bed, undressed her down to her panties and tucked her in. I definitely got a peek or two even though I’d seen it all before but it didn’t go past that, sex with us was toxic, explosive. My temper was bad, hers was worse and jealously was an ever present theme.

It’s something about your love that’s got me going crazy
Baby, you know I want you real bad
And girl I really like your freaky style
How can I be down with you?
So get a little closer to my ride
I wanna get to know you lady
And hip me up on how to get inside you
Listen, pretty baby

“So I wake up to the smell of hot chocolate and Kels? I should call you drunk and incoherent more often.” She took the mug out of my hands and took a sip, she didn’t hand it back.

“I saw my toothbrush was still in your bathroom, I’m guessing you didn’t let any of your groupies use it.” The smile on her face was subtle; she knew I didn’t have company over.

I took my mug back out of her hands and took a sip, “That was your toothbrush? I use it to clean from time to time.” She took the mug.

“If I didn’t have this headache, I would beat you up, so you’re lucky.” She started towards the kitchen. Small feet and hardwood floors made for no sounds, there was a sexual undertone to everything she did. I have no idea where she got a tank top from but she was wearing one with her panties. She was always comfortable in her skin.

Baby you know I’d be down
But we can’t have all these people starin’ standin’ around
This right here is only for your eyes to see
But you gettin carried away
Saying we can (Do it where ever)

The way you touching me
Like no other (I’m gonna make you feel insane)
You trying your hardest to make me give in
But I’m gonna be down to give you what you want
And if you keep it up

I strongly doubt this velvet rope hold me up
And I don’t won’t security rollin’ up on us (I got you)
I’m not hesitating I just don’t wanna rush
You could be anywhere you wanted

“What are you trying to do with this music? I just told you I have a headache but you’re playing shit that’s going to have me singing and dancing at the stove… Pass me a skillet, this kitchen is spotless, when is the last time you cooked?”

I gave up hope of getting my mug back so I pulled out another and started on another cup of hot chocolate. “It’s been awhile, I don’t do a lot of cooking but I have groceries. I figured I’d cook sooner or later. Can you make French toast?” It was cool seeing her stand at the stove, the sound of meat hitting a skillet, water running in the sink. Those sounds were foreign in this kitchen.

“I guess I can make French toast since you got me last night…” She opened the fridge and turned around, her face got serious. “Thank you, why did you do it?

I wanted to tell her I did it because I missed her, I missed this. Because women like her weren’t a dime a dozen and I would have driven to Dallas to make sure she slept in a warm bed safe and sound. But looking in her eyes I saw she needed more than that today. I needed more than that this morning.

I put the hot chocolate down and walked towards the fridge.

“How long has it been?” She smiled and turned around, she knew what I was talking about.

“I’m not telling you that.” She took out the grapes and washed them off, the smile never leaving her face.

“We’ve talked about sex before so what makes this different?” I walked to where she was, she placed a grape in my mouth.

“This is different because you’re never looking at me like you’re looking at me now when we talk about sex, it’s always on the phone. I don’t like when you look at me like this.” She put another grape in my mouth. I touched her lips, she didn’t move my hand.

“How long has it been Erica?”

“It’s been too long and you looking at me like this is just making it worse.” I took the grapes out of her hand and sat them on the counter. I picked her up and sat her on the counter.

“I was surprised you were wearing panties when I undressed you last night?” She opened her legs.

“I always wear them when I know I’m going home alone.” I raised her tank top and felt around the edges of her panties. She put her palms on the counter and arched her back.

I could see her nipples poking out the shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra, I bit the left one, she moaned.

I bit she right one, she purred.

I slid my hand on the inside of the green panties and she was soaking wet. One finger in because she was so tight, the middle finger because it was the longest. My thumb on her clit, a come here motion going on in the inside of her pussy. A rubbing motion circling the magic button.

“You’re tight, is it hurting you?”

She could barely talk, she just shook her head no.

“Can I taste it?” I started to push another finger inside, she grabbed my head and tried to pull my lips to hers. But I wouldn’t come, I just kept fingering, kept rubbing.

“Yes! Yes! You can taste it…” I slid her panties off, picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table. I pulled the chair right up in-between her legs, kissed the inside of her thigh. Kissed the outside of her thigh, ran my tongue from her clit to her belly button and…. Neyo came on next on the shuffle.

Little mama keep your chin up, please watch me do the…nasty
I like it when you make it move fast
Mami if I pull your head back
Cause I want you to see that we look so good together
I understand that your not ready for me to make my directorial debut
featuring me but starring you
Baby that’s okay with me
Honestly this is the next best thing

She trembled, it had been a long time since a man touched her where I was touching her, it’d been an ever longer time since a man had his tongue where I had my tongue. As much as I wanted to bend her over the table and see how it would feel to put it inside I calmed myself and took my time.

We joked about pineapples and mangos, she loved juices and water, yogurt and veggies. So I wasn’t surprised when there was a sweet flavor coming from her core. The more her pussy throbbed and pulsated with me flicking the clit, the louder she got.

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a real orgasm.” I heard her words in my head, I heard them so clear. I remembered the conversation, she would find out orgasms were real tonight.

I sucked on her clit until her small purple nails were gripping at my hair, until her voice went from sweet to vulgar. Her ass was bouncing up and down on the table, just thirty more seconds I told myself. As good as she tasted, I knew I couldn’t stay down there too long.

A woman should never get used to you eating her the way I was eating her or else she wouldn’t want the dick.

There was a count down going on in my head…

5… 4… 3…. 2… 1…

She was leaking, it was cumming down my chin, as much as I wanted to lick her ass crack and suck it all up I just stood up.

“Why are you stopping? Don’t stop!!! I want to cum again!” The lust in her eyes was full blown, her voice was hoarse from the moaning and screaming. She was sitting on the table with her legs open, her hands rubbing the spot I’d just sucked into frenzy.

The modest woman was gone, my hands and tongue brought out the freak that was inside of every woman.

“Come here.” I wasn’t loud, I wasn’t forceful, I just said it and walked off to the living room.  I didn’t turn around but I could hear her footsteps following me, as soon as I sat on the couch she was on my lap. Straddling me, her hands around my neck, her mouth on my mouth.

“I want to see what I taste like.” She said as she licked my lips, sucked my tongue.

Every time we hung out, every time she sent a picture I imagined this moment. Imagined my lips on her lips, they were so full, so pretty, so soft, so perfect. I would have been happy lying in bed kissing her all night, I was supposed to be turning her out but she was flipping the script now.

The cold and wind were adding to the atmosphere, her hands were reaching for the drawstrings to my pajama pants, I didn’t stop her. She fell to the floor and looked up at me before she pulled it out and put it in her mouth without any hesitation. I had no choice but to close my eyes and imagine something else or else I would have cum right then and there from the feeling I was getting from my dick inside of those perfect lips.

She slurped and sucked, jacked me off and repeated the process. I looked down and watched her head bob up and down. I wouldn’t last another minute and I didn’t want to cum like this, not the first time.

Pulling her up and sitting her on my lap, I fit inside of her like a glove.

“You know you need to put on a condom right?” She said it while trying to suppress a moan.

I gripped her ass and placed my finger in her mouth, “Fuck a condom and take this dick!”

She was creaming all over me and I was meeting every thrust. Her feet were sitting on the couch, she was squatting on top and riding me like she was a seasoned pro. It was still tight as hell but we’d found a rhythm.

“You can’t cum in me honey! You can’t cum in me!”

As much as I wanted to I knew she was right, standing up, still inside of her I walked her over to the door. Her legs wrapped around my waist…

Conversations Between Adults Series III coming soon…

 

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